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âYou know youâre priced right when your customers complainâbut buy anyway.â â John Harrison
Dynamic pricing is not new but it has not been widespread up until recently.
We all know about train fares being more expensive during peak times and parents know that holidays cost more during school breaks than at any other time of the year. Airline tickets are subject to dynamic pricing and there was a trend towards off-peak electricity tariffs at one time. This summer we saw tickets for Oasis concerts subject to dynamic pricing, resulting in massive spikes in the cost of a ticket.
Dynamic pricing is when a company changes their pricing to match demand and supply. Hence train journeys are more expensive during the rush hour than in the middle of the day when demand is lower. Holidays are more expensive during school breaks because demand is higher from families with children.
Few of us like this traditional method of dynamic pricing but we have accepted it as part of our way of life. The old fashioned dynamic pricing model was fairly unsophisticated and based on the time of day in the case of rail and airline tickets and specific weeks and months of the year in the case of holidays.
This is no longer the case. Artificial Intelligence allows companies to literally change prices in line with changes in demand every second if they so want. Some of the companies using AI to set prices are Amazon, Uber, Airbnb, Tesco, Ocado and Sky. Amazon is said to reset prices every ten minutes.
The days of âfixed pricing" are fast disappearing. Long gone are the days when a company added up all of its production costs to work out the cost per unit and then added a little bit more in order to make a profit. This was basically what is known as the objective or labour theory of value. This has been supplanted by the "subjective theory of value" (STV).
According to the subjective theory of value a products worth (price) is not determined by how much it costs to produce but by how much people are willing to pay for that good at any given moment. At its worst this means that ALL goods and services should be sold for maximum monetary return regardless of the cost of production. No wonder supporters of neo-liberal economics favour STV.
At one level this doesnât really matter. Oasis concert tickets may have doubled in original price due to dynamic pricing but not being able to afford a concert ticket is not a matter of life or death. It is however, symptomatic of a growing social problem.
The assumption of neo-liberal economists and their support of STV pricing is that individual choice is paramount in all economic transactions. For the neo-liberal societal values do not exist, there is only individual choice. Mrs Thatcher, the woman who championed neo-liberal economics in the UK, famously said: âThereâs no such thing as societyâ. Many Tory's still believe this to be true but they are demonstratively mistaken.
During Covid we all stood at our doors every Thursday night clapping and banging pots to applaud the bravery of our dedicated health professionals. Yes, we did this as individuals but also as a society. When the England football team were progressing through the stages of the European cup we watched each game as individuals but also as a nation. The same is true of the recent Olympic and Paralympic games.
Ironically, some of our most ardent neo-liberal Tory MPâs have been recently admonishing us for not being proud of our English identity. Robert Jenrick, a contender for the leadership of the Conservative Party said yesterday that English identity had âstarted to frayâ due to mass immigration and public institutions âdismissing our historyâ.
Sorry, the neo-liberals cannot have it both ways. Either there is an entity called English society, with its own history and set of values, or we are just individuals all acting according to our own individual needs. The fact that latter view is obviously mistaken does not deter the advocates of dynamic pricing. For them the goal is maximisation of profit regardless of social cost.
A thousand reasons why dynamic pricing is good for the consumer will be rolled out as more and more companies adopt this system of pricing, but the bottom line will always be making more profit. And in a system where pricing is determined by what price the individual is willing to pay rather than the actual cost of production, in the end it is only the rich who benefit.
South West Water has recently introduced the cruder form of dynamic pricing to their customers. They will be charging more for water use in summer than in winter. Consumers were given no choice about this and they have yet to be told what the charges will be. This âtrial" will last for 2 years.
This is the spin:
âThese pioneering trials are designed to make sure that water bills are fairer and more reflective of individual consumption patterns and are part of our wider commitment to making customer-first decisions in everything we do.â (CornwallLive:19/09/24)
Note the emphasis on âindividual consumption". To my mind water is a public good, a societal necessity. As such I want to see pricing evened out over the whole community. Under dynamic pricing the rich can consume as much water as they like because they can afford to pay, while the poorer members of society will have to suddenly become use conscious. While the rich fill their swimming pools and have the lawn sprinklers on day and night, the poor will have to think twice about how often the toilet is flushed, how often the washing machine is used and can they afford to shower everyday. The poor pensioner will be calculating whether or not they have enough money to water their beloved garden.
Ok, my pensioner being unable to afford to water the garden is a hypothetical scenario. The cost of music venue tickets isnât, neither are the prices you pay for an Uber, a holiday let from Airbnb, the food you buy from Tesco or Ocado. Even the price of a pint is now affected by dynamic pricing.
âA campaign group representing pubgoers has criticised the move by Stonegate, Britainâs largest pub company, to raise the price of pints during its busiest trading hours in some of its venues by 20p..."Â Financial Times: 12/09/24)
If the price of a British pint of beer is now subject to dynamic pricing then nothing is sacred!
More seriously, when the market economy becomes the market society, when those in power promote the value of maximising profit for the few at the expense of the happiness and well being of the many, then, as a society, we lose all sense of humanity, morality and common decency.
There has been much theoretical discussion of late about the threat of Artificial Intelligence to humanity. I would argue that maybe we should be more concerned about those humans using AI to enrich themselves at the expense of the rest of us.
#uk politics#economics#artificial intelligence#dynamic pricing#subjective theory of value#labour theory of value#poor#rich#disadvantage
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#196#marxist theory#communism#socialism#labour theory of value#labor theory of value#labor rights#surplus value#am i tubling right rn?
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so... bigoted!relative has this ongoing Thing about Being The Best At Capitalism. and we've discussed it a few times, because he can't understand why i don't agree. and it looks like we've both taken the observations of our childhood and come to very different conclusions about who and what to prioritise, and why. also kind of ties into the anti-trans thing, because Being The Biggest Asshole was a defence mechanism earlier, but fundamentally relied on enforcing the then normative standards to not get dogpiled.
...yesterday this mf came out with the entire labour theory of value because he wants to take time off and was pissed at his boss.
i'm really not sure how to deal with this.
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Also note how their former bosses are framing the idea of paying them a FRACTION of the money they're missing out on by not employing them as laughable. To these people, paying you anywhere near the actual value of your labour is a fucking joke.
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Steve hears you wrong, thinks heâs your boyfriend, and begins to act accordingly. You try your best to go along with it until you canât anymore. 3k, fem. requested here âĄÂ
cw shy(ish)!reader, misunderstandings, steve being a huge sweetheart, fluff, hurt/comfort, bonus fluff sceneÂ
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The arcade is loud and brisk this evening, doors thrown open to allow for the constant ebb and flow of younglings, the machine music turned up to account for so many voices. Youâre lost in a sea of rainbow flashing lights and the ticklish smell of sugar. Without Steveâs hand behind your shoulder, youâre pretty sure you wouldâve gotten lost and trampled half an hour ago.Â
A candy necklace pinwheels past your heads like a torpedo, forcing you closer together, your shoulders tight with a flinch.Â
âWe can leave,â Steve says immediately. Heâs weirdly thoughtful. Before he asked you out you had no idea he thought so much about other people, but heâs always thinking about other people. You could argue he thinks a little too much, like you.Â
âI wanna see Max.âÂ
âShe has to be here somewhere.âÂ
That theory proves less and less likely. Steveâs hand falls away from you, tugging through his hair in a marker of stress as you circle the Palace Arcade for the tenth time. âMaybe she quit?â you suggest.Â
Steveâs eyebrows pinch together as he gives the arcade another sweep. Maxâs rough patch freaked him out, as it freaked you out, because ârough patchâ is a kind way to describe it. She couldâve got a whole lot worse; she was suffering, capital S. Itâs nice to see her returning to society, but not if she isnât actually settling in. Thatâs the whole reason youâre here.Â
Steve frowns at you worriedly.Â
âWho died?â asks a new voice.
You breathe out a sigh of relief. âMax!â Steve cheers.Â
âThatâs me,â Max says, looking at you both sceptically. Her ginger hair is pulled into two tight braids either side of her face, her cheeks flushed red. Mascara paints her usually pale lashes a darker brown, and a rosy tinted chapstick shines on her lips.Â
âHey, the uniform looks good on you,â he says affectionately. âYou look like a valued member of society.â
âA society in need of better labour laws. Iâm pretty sure this is child abuse.â She rolls her eyes.Â
âIs it awful?â you ask.Â
âItâs fine. Better when your stupid friends arenât here making themselves sick on candy like theyâre nine years old,â she says pointedly to Steve. âAre you going to throw up too? You lookââ she grimaces in place of insult.Â
âWhoâs throwing up?â you ask.Â
âDustin. Heâs outside.âÂ
Steve sighs and gives your shoulder a kind squeeze. âIâll be right back,â he says, squaring his expression. âGoddamn kids.âÂ
He sounds like an old man, you think to yourself with a small smile. Disgruntled, he still goes to make sure everyoneâs alright. Heâs nice, even when that nice is begrudging and tiresome and plain gross sometimes.Â
âWhy are you smiling at him like that?â Max asks.
You school your impression. âLike what?âÂ
âLike you like him.âÂ
You shake your head. âTell me about work, Max. Whatâs it like here? Are they giving you your breaks?âÂ
She drags you over to the counter to sit in the seat waiting behind. She glares at any kid who approaches, but besides that she seems in good spirits. The job isnât hard, itâs just a job. Sheâd much rather be at home reading, but wouldnât everyone? âAnd I get this sweet uniform,â she says, pointing at the embroidered icon on her shirt pocket. âWhatâs with you and Steve?âÂ
âNothing,â you say, though itâs something. Youâre mortified to have been caught having feelings.Â
âLooks like something. Are you dating?âÂ
âI mean, this is a date,â you say, almost whispering as heat floods your face. âBut weâre not together.âÂ
âHe was touching you a lot.âÂ
âMax, heâs really nice. Heâs a really nice guy,â you say gently, âand weâre not together, but if he does ask me out eventually, maybe Iâll say yes.â You realise what youâre saying and attempt to backtrack âyou do like Steve, but Max doesnât need to know that. âItâs not like heâs my boyfriend,â you say strangely.Â
âEw,â Max says with a laugh.Â
âNot ew,â you correct. You hadnât meant it in a bad way, itâsâÂ
âNot ew,â Steve says from behind you, his arm a heavy weight across your shoulder.Â
You look wide-eyed up at his face, surprised by his huge beaming smile, an intense loveliness about him as he gives you a half hug.Â
âWhatâs ew about that?â he asks you softly.Â
Oh, boy, you think.Â
As it turns out, being Steveâs girlfriend is kind of nice, but you arenât ready.
From that afternoon at the Palace Arcade onward, he treats you like youâre made of gold. And itâs great, heâs so kind, he brings you flowers and takes you out for breakfast, where he pays the tab without any flourishes and talks to you as casually as always. You almost hope he hasnât got it wrong at all, and that his soft tone a few days ago had been down to a brief overwhelming fondness. Youâd get that. You have your moments with him, youâre falling for him, and itâs only a matter of time before youâre desperately in love, youâre sure, but then the waitress asks if you need anything else and he says, âJust a water for my girl,â and you realise youâre not getting off easy.Â
Dating is sort of like being good friends; youâd planned to spend the day together anyways. You enjoy his company. Itâs clear heâs eager, optioning off the dayâs agenda as you return to the car, the bottom of your face hidden in your bouquet.Â
âWe could go to the movies,â he says, opening the passenger door, his smile seemingly permanent as you climb inside. âNo science fiction, I promise.âÂ
âI kind of like sci-fi.â Petals press fragrant to your top lip.
âWell, we donât have to go to the Hawk. We could go into the city. I bet theyâre playing any movie you wanna see.â He checks that your leg is properly inside the car before he closes the door, jogging around to the driverâs side and practically throwing himself inside. Heâs giggling like a kid. âShit, Iâll see anything you want to.âÂ
âSteve.âÂ
âOr we can go do nothing? Until dinner.âÂ
âSteve,â you say again, thinking youâll tell him. Nothing good ever comes from dishonesty.Â
âWhat?â he asks.Â
His eyes are so brown. Billions of people with brown eyes and you swear youâve never seen anything like it before, their centres like hot honey, the sweetheart shape to them when he smilesÂ
You sigh. His smile is contagious, even while your stomach hurts. âNothing. Letâs go see a movie.âÂ
âAre you okay?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat do you mean, what? You sounded weird.âÂ
âI sounded weird?âÂ
âNo!â He winces. âI mean, yeah, you sounded weird for you, like you⌠I donât know. Sorry.âÂ
You feel bad, then. His apology is earnest, his hand resting open on the console for you to take if you could manage the flustering heat of it.Â
âI wanna go to the movies,â you say, âcos you really do.Â
âAlright, good. Itâs just, I think my last relationship, Iâ I didnât pay enough attention, and I want to do that better this time around. So yeah. Sorry.âÂ
Oh, Steve, you think. How are you supposed to tell him now? Youâre gonna have to pretend to be ready for a relationship with him until you really are, it seems. He doesnât deserve to have his heart played with twice.Â
âDonât be sorry,â you say gently. âLetâs go watch a movie, okay? I want to go, with you, weâll watch a shitty daytime flick and then get dinner after. Itâll be fun.âÂ
You arenât lying to him about what you want. Itâs clear to everybody, Steve and his friends and especially you, that you like him, that you want to be around him and make him laugh. Maybe being his girlfriend wonât even be that different to being his something.Â
After all, whatâs romantic about seeing a movie?Â
âYou good?â he asks, half an hour later, your agony prolonged.Â
Youâre at the back of the movies where the seats have the most leg room, more popcorn and candy than you could ever eat at your feet and a litre cup stuffed into the armrest between you. Steve is tucking his shirt back into his jeans, his head parting the light of the projector and leaving a silhouette in the previews.Â
âSteve,â you advise, gesturing for him to lean down out of the way.Â
He leans down, further and further, face to face with you with his hands on his hips. A flirtatious teasing makes its way onto his lips. âWhat?â he asks, amused.Â
âYou were in the way of the light.âÂ
âThat what it was?â
âSeriously!â you whisper-shout, laughing despite yourself.Â
âYouâre so cute,â he whispers back. âWant to take your jacket off?âÂ
Your lips part at his good suggestion. You hold your arm out and start to peel from your jacket, but he takes your sleeve and helps you out of it before folding it and sitting in the seat next to you, your jacket on his thigh. âHowâs that, babe?â he asks.Â
âItâs good.âÂ
âOkay, perfect.â He beams at you. Heâs always smiling when heâs with you, like youâre the best thing since sliced bread. Like he loves you. âTell me if you need something, yeah? I know youâre kinda shy.âÂ
He settles back in his seat with your jacket still in his lap and no indication that he might want to move it. Your knees touch as he relaxes, your knuckles as he puts his arm on the rest between you, a picture of contentedness as the movie begins and the opening credits play. âThatâs us,â he says without looking at you.Â
Two people walk down the street holding hands as the title of the movie blazes in yellow font with thick red outlines. A Day In Paradise!Â
You bite down on a slither of the inside of your lip until it stings. You try to fight it off but the longer you sit there, the more your eyes burn, thinking about Steve and what he deserves and how unfortunate this whole thing is, and yeah, youâre overwhelmed, too. You arenât ready for so much sweetness all at once. You donât deserve it, he doesnât deserve this.Â
You force the tears away. The movie goes on and on, the lights low, the chatter of moviegoers and the occasional popcorn crush not nearly loud enough to cover the sound of Steveâs breathing.Â
He pushes his hair out of his face. Somebody on screen makes a joke, his hand brushes against yours, and then takes it gently as he laughs.Â
You pull your hand away and tip your head down, a frantic tear flicking from your lashes.Â
âYou okay?â he whispers.Â
You try to answer. You whimper instead, a terrible, sorry sound stuck to your throat âyou canât hold it in anymore. Itâs too much.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mumble tearily, looking up, a tear rolling fast down the bump of your cheek.Â
Steve sits still in moderate horror. âWhy are you crying?â he whispers.
The thing about Steve that people tend to forget is that, while he takes care of people the best that he can, heâs really young. He doesnât always know what to do. He stares at you now like youâre a foreign object, hand tucked back into his abdomen.Â
A tear drips onto your lip. It tastes salty. âSorry,â you say.Â
âWhy?â he asks, dumbfounded.
âI really like you, Steve.âÂ
He stares at you. ââŚBut?â
âBut Iââ His frown hurts your heart. âI donât know if Iâm ready for all of this, I neverâ never had someone like me like this, I donât know why Iâm crying.â You say that last part to yourself rather than him, scrubbing your cheeks with your hands roughly before hiding your face completely. âItâs not you.âÂ
âI thoughtâŚâ And of course he did.Â
âI know,â you say. âIâm sorry, Steve. I thought it wouldnât matter but everythingâs going so fast.âÂ
He touches your arm gently. âIâm sorry,â he says. âI thought you wanted this. Youâ you said I was your boyfriend, to Max? I thought you liked me.âÂ
âI do like you,â you insist, meeting his eyes.Â
âCan I wipe your tears away? Theyâre everywhere,â he says. You struggle to read his expression, but thereâs no resentment or anger there for you. He looks quite serious.Â
âYeah.âÂ
Steve bends in his seat to wipe your tears off of your face gently. They really are everywhere, on your cheeks, your top lip, your chin, even down the arc of your neck. âI donât understand,â he says, going back to your cheek for a missed streak, âbut you donât have to be upset. Please. I wonât do anything you donât want me to do, I promise.âÂ
âSteve, when I was talking to Max, I said,â âyou winceâ âthat itâs not like youâre my boyfriend. She was asking me about you, and I got all panicky because I like you, but Iâm too weird about this stuff, Iâm panicking nowââ
âDonât.â His hand lingers on your face, before a sorry flash of dejection passes over him, and he drops your face altogether.Â
âI didnât mean for this to happen. Please believe me.âÂ
âOf course I believe you.â He grimaces at you, and the heartbreak turns to something more manageable, like heâs brushing himself off. âIâm sorry. For getting the wrong idea.âÂ
âI like you,â you whisper. Your voice is nearly lost to the rustle of popcorn and drinks.Â
âI like you too!â he says loudly.Â
A few seats down, somebody turns, an angry whirl of hair and clicky nails. âCan you guys shut up?âÂ
You and Steve leave your mountain of snacks behind to stand in the theatre hallway, where the winter air is cool on your flushed skin, and the silence is stifling. You lean against a wood feature wall and try to calm down, because heâs the one who should be upset (or maybe heâs not that fussed about you). He stands a half foot away with his arms crossed, looking down at his shoes, though occasionally he glances at you for a split-second and looks away again.Â
âYou okay?â he asks tightly.Â
âIâm sorry.â
He pokes his cheek with his tongue. âSo you donât want to be together?âÂ
You donât know. He deserves the truth, even if you barely understand it yourself, and it stings to say. âI do, I like you, but I⌠I want to take things slowly.âÂ
He stands there without talking for a while. When he does talk again, heâs laughing, that achy awful sadness heâd worn a far off memory. âYouâre this upset because you want us to take things slow?âÂ
âI didnât want to hurt your feelings.âÂ
âYou havenât,â he promises. âThat would never hurt my feelings. I knew when I heard it that it was too good to be true.â He scratches the back of his neck. âI guess I gotta earn the title like everybody else does. Is that⌠cool?âÂ
You nod vehemently.Â
Steve blows a relieved breath of air up his face, his hair ruffling off of his forehead. âI thought I was gonna lose you completely,â he says, smiling. âThis is fine. I can work with slow. Slowâs my middle name.â
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The sun is a blistering heat today. âCanât believe itâs only spring,â you murmur, eyes covered by the back of your arm.Â
A weight sits down on the blanket beside you, the sound of dry grass crushed underfoot. He brings the fresh scent of lemon slices with him, the zest sticking to his hands.
âI think I might melt.âÂ
âIâd never let that happen,â Steve says, laying down beside you.Â
âYou can be my parasol.âÂ
âYour what?âÂ
âItâs a sun umbrella.âÂ
âLike this?â he asks, gently laying himself across your front, his face on the slip of your stomach thatâs bare, his arms sneaking behind your thighs to hug them as you bring them up.Â
You reach down to stroke his hair, taking your fingers through the silky lengths of it, fingernails scratching ever so slightly at his scalp. âThanks,â you say.
He kisses your naked leg. âYouâre welcome, honey.âÂ
If heâd done that at the beginning of your relationship, youâd have frozen up; not because he wouldâve done it differently, not because he wasn't always your handsome sweetheart, but because being comfortable with someone this intimately takes time, and thatâs okay.Â
âYour face is digging into my hip,â you murmur.Â
He shifts back, his ear above your belly button. âIs that better?âÂ
âThatâs perfect.âÂ
âAre you falling asleep?â he asks softly.Â
âNo⌠Iâm thinking.âÂ
âNothing good ever comes of that.âÂ
âI have something I want to talk to you about.â
âI love talking to you,â he says. He sounds as though he might fall asleep himself, his tongue heavy in his mouth.Â
You stroke his hair away from his face by touch alone. Long, warm minutes pass without conversation. You arenât scared to tell him how youâre feeling. Heâs proved to you over time that heâs someone youâll always be able to trust, and that whatever you have to say will hold weight.Â
âItâs a question.âÂ
He turns in your hold to face you. You raise your arm, greeted by the image of him sun-kissed and lazing, laid out across you without a care in the world.Â
âDonât tell me then,â he says, rolling his eyes. âJesus, youâre terrifying.âÂ
âWould you wanna be my boyfriend?â
He narrows his eyes at you. A myriad of emotions pass between you both, until heâs smiling, and you know heâs sitting up for a kiss seconds before he actually does. He presses his lips to yours carefully. âBaby,â he says as he pulls away, voice as mild as his soft kiss, âI think weâve passed that point.âÂ
âI realised Iâd never asked you, is all.âÂ
His hair falls down into his eyes. You tuck it behind his ear. Itâs pretty clear now youâre together, even after such a bumpy start.Â
âCan I get it in writing this time?â he asks, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering closed in tandem.Â
âGive you anything you want if you kiss me,â you murmur.Â
His laugh fans over your lips. He cups your cheek, your heart a hummingbird drilling at your ribs as Steve moves in to kiss you properly. Your lips part under the pressure, your head tilting a touch to one side to accommodate him as he searches down for you, melty hot pleasure and nerves that never seem to fade arising as his thumb moves up your cheek, a semi-circle of touch. It promises undulating care whenever you want it.Â
You tip your head aside to catch your breath.
âBetter late than never,â you joke.Â
Steve talks into the soft skin beside your mouth. âYou werenât late, babe. I was early, and I didnât mind waiting.âÂ
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i played a very passionate communist woman today in a larp and holy shit was it fun to actually put all that leftist theory i've read into use in this way
#legit explained marx's labour theory of value to other characters several times#an absolute blast#my poor gal fucked around and found out in the end tho#tho that had nothing to do w/ her communist activities#aria's amazing adventures
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@annevbonny yeah so first of all there's the overt framing issue that this whole idea rests on the premise that eliminating fatness is both possible and good, as though like. fat people haven't existed prior to the ~industrial revolution~ lol
more granularly this theory relies on misinterpreting the causes for the link between poverty and fatness (which is real---they are correlated) so that fatness can be configured as a failure of eating choices and urban design, meaning ofc that the 'solution' to this problem is more socially hygienic, monitored, controlled communities where everybody has been properly educated into the proper affective enjoyment of spinach and bike riding, and no one is fat anymore and the labour force lives for longer and generates more value for employers
in truth one of the biggest mediating factors in the poverty-body weight link is food insecurity, because intermittent access to food tends to result in periods of under-nourishment followed by periods of compensatory eating with corresponding weight regain/overshoot (this is typical of weight trajectories in anyone refeeding after a period of starvation or under-eating, for any reason). so this is all to say that the suggestion that fatness is caused by access to 'unhealthy foods' is not only off base but extremely harmful; food insecurity is rampant globally. what people need is consistent access to food, and more of it!
and [loud obvious disclaimer voice] although i absolutely agree that food justice means access to a variety of foods with a variety of nutrient profiles, access to any calories at all is always better than access to none or too few. which is to say, there aren't 'healthy' or 'unhealthy' foods in isolation (all foods can belong in a varied, sufficient diet) and this is a billion times more true when we are talking about people struggling to consume enough calories in the first place.
relatedly, proponents of the 'obesogenic environment' theory often invoke the idea of 'hyperpalatable foods' or 'food addiction'---different ways of saying that people 'overeat' 'junk food' because it's too tasty (often with the bonus techno-conspiricism of "they engineer it that way"). again it's this idea that the problem is people eating the 'wrong' foods, now because the foods themselves are exerting some inexorable chemical pull over them.
this is inane for multiple reasons including the failure to deal with access issues and the fact that people who routinely, reliably eat enough in non-restrictive patterns (between food insecurity and encouragement to deliberately diet/restrict, this is very few people) don't even tend to 'overeat' energy-dense demonised foods in the first place. ie, there is no need to proscribe or limit 'junk food' or 'fast food' or 'empty calories' or whatever nonsense euphemism; again the solution to nutritionally unbalanced diets is to guarantee everyone access to sufficient food and a variety of different foods (and to stop encouraging the sorts of moralising food taboos that make certain foods 'out of bounds' and therefore more likely to provoke a subjective sense of loss of control in the first place lol)
but tbc, when i say "the solution to nutritionally unbalanced diets"---because these certainly can and do exist, particularly (again) amongst people subjected to food insecurity---i am NOT saying "the solution to fatness" because fatness is not something that will ever be eliminated from the human population. and here again we circle back to one of the fundamental fears that animates the 'obesogenic environment' myth, which is that fatness is a medical threat to the race/nation/national future. which is of course blatant biopolitics and is relying on massive assumptions about the health status of fat and thin people that are simply not borne out in the data, and that misinterpret the relationship between fatness and illness (for example, the extent to which weight stigma prevents fat people from receiving medical care, or the role of 'metabolic syndrome' in causing weight gain, rather than the other way around).
people are fat for many reasons, including "their bodies just look like that"; fatness is neither a disease in itself nor inherently indicative of ill health, nor is it eradicable anyway (and fundamentally, while all people should have access to health-protective social and economic conditions, health is not something that people 'owe' to anyone else anyway)
the 'obesogenic environment' is a liberal technocratic fantasy---a world in which fatness is a problem of individual consumption and social engineering, and is to be eliminated by clever policy and personal responsibility. it assumes your health is 1) directly caused and indicated by your weight, 2) something you owe to the capitalist state as part of the bargain that is 'citizenship', and 3) something you can learn to control if only you are properly educated by the medical authorities on the rules of nutrition (and secondarily exercise) science. it's a factual misinterpretation of everything we know about weight, health, diet, and wealth, and it fundamentally serves as a defense of the existing economic order: the problem isn't that capitalism structurally does not provide sufficient access to resources for any but the capitalist class---no, we just need a nicer and more functional capitalism where labourers have a greengrocer in the neighbourhood, because this is a discourse incapable of grappling with the material realities of food production and consumption, and instead reliant on configuring them in terms of affectivity ('food addiction') or knowledge (the idea that food-insecure people need to be more educated about nutrition)
there are some additional aspects here obviously like the idea that exercising more would make people thin (similar issues to the food arguments, physical activity can be great but the reasons people do or don't do it are actually complex and related to things like work schedules and exercise doesn't guarantee thinness in the first place) or fearmongering about 'endocrine disruptors' (real, but are extremely ill-defined as a category and are often just a way to appeal to ideas of 'naturalness' and the vague yet pressing harms of 'chemicals', and which are also not shown to single-handedly 'cause' fatness, a normal state of existence for the human body) but this is most often an argument about food ime.
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So you gentlemen are discussing ubi; I read the post as being about minimum wage. A very different discussion!
In other words, regardless of what you're told to do in order to afford the cost of living, it changes constantly.
So instead of trying to argue about which members of the working class deserve to live and which don't, wouldn't it make more sense to just guarantee a living wage for everyone?
#it's the keyword 'living wage'#that suggests to me that OP is thinking in terms of wages for jobs not redistributing all production#also 'working class' indicating thinking in terms of everyone working#and gesturing slightly at labour theory of value#but this is all vibes#ubi is a valid interpretation too#just a very different discussion!#economics
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why is it that every anti communist media has to come up with some bullshit that actual communism doesnt do, whether its like that stupid rule of 6 in signalis or the "under communism you cant own anything" bs that capitalists love to parade?
honestly I think die Regel der Sechs is a good example of signalis's specifically-casual anticommunism, as the process here is pretty clear: the developers had an inventory limit for gameplay purposes, which is genuinely a good element of the game design and plays into the game's feel; and wanted to convey that to the player in the early game with a poster, like how they convey information about the sprinting mechanic with a PSA saying to be considerate about the noise you make; and they probably decided that it would be funny if there was a poster saying the reason you could only carry six items on your person was because of Communism No Private Property. signalis doesn't really present an argument against communism so much as it just takes for granted that communism is bad, and incidentally communicates that view due to its use of a retro ostalgie aesthetic.
as for why it's like this in general - communism is, in fact, in the direct interest of the vast majority of the human population, so most anticommunists who aren't diehard nationalists or bourgeois themselves have had to be very carefully reared on a diet of vague anecdotes about stalingrad and the stasi, because if they were ever actually exposed to e.g. the labour theory of value they wouldn't actually oppose it.
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coming from this post with thoughts.
without getting into how silver comes to develop his new role of pirate king, harboring previously unseen hyper-masculine traits, there is certainly something to say about silver's relationship with madi having only an appearance of equality, while actually being a pretty clear-cut case of benevolent sexism. especially with the triangulation that flint adds, that marilyn frye quote always comes to mind:
"all or almost all of that which pertains to love, most straight men reserve exclusively for other men. the people whom they admire, respect, adore, revere, honor, whom they imitate, idolize, and form profound attachments to, whom they are willing to teach and from whom they are willing to learn, and whose respect, admiration, recognition, honor, reverence and love they desireâŚthose are, overwhelmingly, other men."
silver loves madi in his own way, but in the construction of his new identity she clearly becomes an accessory more than an inspiration. his model or benchmark for everything he becomes, whether by imitation or opposition, always remains flint. and this is not a statement about superior love, i just find it a very typically sexist process. this is very evident in his speech to flint about power:
"to be both liked and feared all at once is an entirely different state of being...in which, i believe, at this moment, i exist alone."
the speech is placed at the end of s3, but there's nothing indicating he changes his mind later on. and the only point of comparison that exists for him is clearly flint. because if he bothered to look a little to the side, he would see that madi is most certainly both liked and feared by her own people and certainly better than him. she demonstrates this very explictly during the incident with mr. dobbs in 308. silver prides himself in the fact that mr. dobbs wants to repair silver's disappointment at all costs, but madi's men never disappoint her in the first place. there may be disagreements we don't see among them, but there's real unity and belief there, not only a momentary patchwork of guilt, obligation, appreciation and intimidation. and the simple reason for this is that her care for them and their cause and for doing whatever necessary for it is genuine and they trust it. but this lesson coming from her, he does not imagine to learn it. not only does he not see she is a better leader, he eliminates her entirely from the equation by not even admitting she is at least on par with him. he says "i exist alone".
also relevant, the most important moments of bonding for them come from silver being vulnerable with her and taking her on as a tether to save himself from flint's darkness. it is important to note that, while i am sure madi had a mutual exchange in mind (and maybe silver also did in theory) we never really see the opposite unfolding. which is probably also due to the insulting lack of interest from the authors in developing her character. but if we must take the text at face value, this makes the particular form of reliance silver has on her not entirely benign. still marilyn frye:
"in their relations with women, what passes for respect is kindness, generosity or paternalism; what passes for honor is removal to the pedestal."
the positioning of him and flint as individuals possessing some shared darkness within them that she cannot comprehend and from which she must be protected, while also performing the role of guiding light, is most certainly both paternalism and a pedestal. there's no sense there of madi possibly having her own demons. and the unloading on her of the emotional labour necessary to make him and flint work together is also a very typically gendered assignation. partly because it indicates this is perceived as her natural feminine duty. partly because the willingness to show defenselessness only before a woman is also not necessarily a neutral choice. it still belies a worldview that places men's opinions as the defining judgement on one's identity. it's not only a matter of trust. silver is infinitely more scared of flint thinking him weak than madi doing so, because flint's opinion would actually be a devaluation, whether so intended or not.
this obviously culminates in silver removing madi's agency by deciding for her how the rest of her life is going to go. and while it's true he also does this to flint, it remains crucial that the only way he can see this working in relation to him is to treat him as an equally formidable opponent that he must defeat. while, in his mind, madi can be quietly stowed away when required. the outcome is really not entirely different from the image rogers has of knitting-eleanor.
#black sails#madi#silver#flint#bs.txt#saying this with all the love#god bless he is still one of the least sexist male characters on the show#also not saying silver is straight#i don't think this is exclusive to straight men
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leftism without economic theory is painful to watch like it is nuts that women are now fantasizing of becoming stay at home housewives again as a solution to the current state of âworkâ. or people imagining utopias where work doesnât exist at all, im sorry thatâs just completely unrealistic regardless of how much we can automate
i think that a deep drive to pursue goals is an intrinsic part of the human condition. we like to work, we feel good when we solve something complicated or finish a task, our brain gives us good chemicals in return. even those of us with disabilities who can struggle to work still want to do something. the issue is how labour gets treated and which labour is rewarded by society.
our current system values antisocial leadership practices that will do anything to improve capital, and creates bullshit jobs nobody likes for the sole purpose of extracting the most capital possible. itâs no surprise people feel alienated from such employment especially if your job is scamming people with a few extra steps. i think the disappearance of family trades run by dedicated craftsmen who owned their own means of production has also hurt. instead itâs been emotionally sterilized through college courses and employment by faceless corporations who kindly let you use their equipment in return for a fraction of your labourâs actual value.
jobs like teaching and nursing are the backbone of society but instead their labour is deemed worthless, so even folks performing these important meaningful roles want to quit because financially the world is telling them to go fuck themselves.
it doesnât help that the new consumerist class has been groomed to feel entitled to everything and anything, combined with the aggravated political polarization its just a molotov cocktail for any potential social interaction with a stranger to become a nightmare. i donât blame people who want to lay flat and check out of this environment, but in the long term removing yourself entirely from the labour force and removing yourself physically from everybody you may not like or want to be around wonât fix any of these community problems!!
imagine a society instead where jobs were created out of social need and valued by how they can improve life both physically and spiritually. personally the stuff i wanna do most falls squarely under âvolunteerâ work in this current system. iâd love to donate my time to wildlife rehab and animal shelters, hell iâd gladly pick up trash from parks all day and clean up the environment if i got a living wage. because i know iâm doing something of value instead of making my boss richer.
thereâs a reason women fought so hard for equal opportunities in the work force. we wanted to find societal roles and value beyond those ascribed to us from birth. iâm not gonna let tiktokers girlboss our way back into tradlife!! (not to mention the setup of supporting an entire family on a single income was very much a heterosexual white middle class concept, many poor and nonwhite women couldnât be stay at home moms even if they wanted to!)
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Hi! So, i'm going through Capital, great little obscure book sad that it never got any wide-reaching support (/s), have a couple questions so far though if you wouldn't mind giving some time to answer them:
What does Marx mean when he talks about 'unskilled labor' in relation to 'skilled labor'? Doesn't the vast majority of labor, even things like factory work, require training to do and especially to become good/efficient at? In the passage where he mentioned it he also mentions that (some, not all) unskilled labor, in sufficient quantities, can equal skilled labor but like. this doesn't really make any sense if its just, say, factory work vs idfk tailoring or something. So i'm a bit confused. Or is he talking about what i just mentioned where when you start out doing something you're unskilled but gradually become better at it as you do it more and more?
Who the hell is Ricardo?
factory work requires training to do, sure, but it's an order of magnitude less training than it took to learn to do those jobs before the introduction of the factories--on the level of, say, a few weeks (at absolute maximum) of training, done alongside actual work, before being fully able to work in a furniture factory, as opposed to the actual years of apprenticeship it historically took to become a carpenter. being unskilled doesn't mean that nobody can be good at a job, but it does mean, essentially, that you could grab any random person off the street and have them doing it within a week.
this distinction isn't there to be moralized about but to concretely analyze the different economic positions of these jobs--if your job is unskilled, you are going to be paid worse and have less secure employment, because you are easy to replace and the number of people looking to replace you are also competing against you to work for the lowest wages, driving your wages down. you're also paid less because the cost of reproducing your labour (the core determiner of the 'base price' of wages) is much lower. when an e.g. surgeon gets paid highly, their employer (whether the state or a capitalist) is essentially paying them more to retroactively pay for their extensive years of training.
this distinction is at its most clear when it comes to the concept of deskilling, which is crucial to marx's understanding of the industrial revolution -- with the introduction of machinery, years and years of learning how to do something by hand could be replaced with weeks of learning how to operate a machine. this deskilled huge sections of the economy and proletarianized the artisans and manufacturers who formerly did that work by making them dependent on the machines owned by factory workers. deskilling is the mechanism by which advancements in productive technology paradoxically make the jobs of those working in those fields more precarious and onerous even as the task itself becomes much easier, so it's pretty important to understand for an understanding of historical materialism.
david ricardo was a 19th century economist who advanced the ideas first laid forward by adam smith re: the labour theory of value and was the first to postulate (although without addressing the signficant political implications of this!) that real wages had an inverse relationship to real profits. marx draws heavily on his ideas but is also critical of them. capital is subtitled 'a critique of political economy' -- ricardo is a key figure in the field of political economy that he's critiquing.
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According to Marx, metabolic rift appears in three different levels and forms. First and most fundamentally, metabolic rift is the material disruption of cyclical processes in natural metabolism under the regime of capital. Marxâs favourite example is the exhaustion of the soil by modern agriculture. Modern large-scale, industrial agriculture makes plants absorb soil nutrition as much as and as fast as possible so that they can be sold to customers in large cities even beyond national borders. It was Justus von Liebigâs Agricultural Chemistry (1862) and his theory of metabolism that prompted Marx to integrate an analysis of the ârobberyâ system of agriculture into Capital. [...]
Liebig harshly criticized modern ârobbery agricultureâ (Raubbau), which only aims at the maximization of short-term profit and lets plants absorb as many nutrients from the soil as possible without replenishing them. Market competition drives farmers to large-scale agriculture, intensifying land usage without sufficient management and care. As a consequence, modern capitalist agriculture created a dangerous disruption in the metabolic cycle of soil nutrients. [...]
Marx formulated the problem of soil exhaustion as a contradiction created by capitalist production in the metabolism between humans and nature. Insofar as value cannot fully take the metabolism between humans and nature into account and capitalist production prioritizes the infinite accumulation of value, the realization of sustainable production within capitalism faces insurmountable barriers.
This fundamental level of metabolic rift in the form of the disruption of material flow cannot occur without being supplemented and reinforced by two further dimensions. The second dimension of metabolic rift is the spatial rift. Marx highly valued Liebig in Capital because his Agricultural Chemistry provided a scientific foundation for his earlier critical analysis of the social division of labour, which he conceptualized as the âcontradiction between town and countryâ in The German Ideology. Liebig lamented that those crops that are sold in modern large cities do not return to the original soil after they are consumed by the workers. Instead, they flow into the rivers as sewage via water closets, only strengthening the tendency towards soil exhaustion.
This antagonistic spatial relationship between town and country â it can be called âspatial riftâ â is founded upon a violent process of so-called primitive accumulation accompanied by depeasantization and massive urban growth of the working-class population concentrated in large cities. This not only necessitates the long-distance transport of products but also significantly increases the demand for agricultural products in large cities, leading to continuous cropping without fallowing under large-scale agriculture, which is intensified even more through market competition. In other words, robbery agriculture does not exist without the social division of labour unique to capitalist production, which is based upon the concentration of the working class in large cities and the corresponding necessity for the constant transport of their food from the countryside. [...]
The third dimension of metabolic rift is the temporal rift. As is obvious from the slow formation of soil nutrients and fossil fuels and the accelerating circulation of capital, there emerges a rift between natureâs time and capitalâs time. Capital constantly attempts to shorten its turnover time and maximize valorization in a given time â the shortening of turnover time is an effective way of increasing the quantity of profit in the face of the decreasing rate of profit. This process is accompanied by increasing demands for floating capital in the form of cheap and abundant raw and auxiliary materials. Furthermore, capital constantly revolutionizes the production process, augmenting productive forces with an unprecedented speed compared with precapitalist societies. Productive forces can double or triple with the introduction of new machines, but nature cannot change its formation processes of phosphor or fossil fuel, so âit was likely that productivity in the production of raw materials would tend not to increase as rapidly as productivity in general (and, accordingly, the growing requirements for raw materials)â (Lebowitz 2009: 138). This tendency can never be fully suspended because natural cycles exist independently of capitalâs demands. Capital cannot produce without nature, but it also wishes that nature would vanish. [...]
The contradiction of capitalist accumulation is that increases in the social productivity are accompanied by a decrease in natural productivity due to robbery [... i]t is thus essential for capital to secure stable access to cheap resources, energy and food. [...]
The exploration of the earth and the invention of new technologies cannot repair the rift. The rift remains âirreparableâ in capitalism. This is because capital attempts to overcome rifts without recognizing its own absolute limits, which it cannot do. Instead, it simply attempts to relativize the absolute. This is what Marx meant when he wrote âevery limit appears a barrier to overcomeâ (Grundrisse: 408). Capital constantly invents new technologies, develops means of transportation, discovers new use-values and expands markets to overcome natural limits. [...]
Corresponding to the three dimensions of metabolic rifts, there are also three ways of shifting them. First, there is technological shift. Although Liebig warned about the collapse of European civilization due to robbery agriculture in the 19th century, his prediction apparently did not come true. This is largely thanks to Fritz Haber and Carl Bosch, who invented the so-called Haber-Bosch process in 1906 that enabled the industrial mass production of ammonia (NH3) by fixing nitrogen from the air, and thus of chemical fertilizer to maintain soil fertility. Historically speaking, the problem of soil exhaustion due to a lack of inorganic substances was largely resolved thanks to this invention. Nevertheless, the Haber-Bosch process did not heal the rift but only shifted, generating other problems on a larger scale.
The production of NH3 uses a massive amount of natural gas as a source of hydrogen (H). In other words, it squanders another limited resource in order to produce ammonia as a remedy to soil exhaustion, but it is also quite energy intensive, producing a lot of carbon dioxide (CO2) (responsible for 1 per cent of the total carbon emission in the world). Furthermore, excessive applications of chemical fertilizer leach into the environment, causing eutrophication and red tide, while nitrogen oxide pollutes water. Overdependence on chemical fertilizer disrupts soil ecology, so that it results in soil erosion, low water- and nutrient-holding capacity, and increased vulnerability to diseases and insects. Consequently, more frequent irrigation, a larger amount of fertilizer and more powerful equipment become necessary, together with pesticides. This kind of industrial agriculture consumes not just water but large quantities of oil also, which makes agriculture a serious driver of climate change. [...]
[T]here remains a constant need to shift the rift under capitalism, which continues to bring about new problems. This contradiction becomes more discernible in considering the second type of shifting the metabolic rift â that is, spatial shift, which expands the antagonism of the city and the countryside to a global scale in favour of the Global North. Spatial shift creates externality by a geographic displacement of ecological burdens to another social group living somewhere else. Again, Marx discussed this issue in relation to soil exhaustion in core capitalist countries in the 19th century. On the coast of Peru there were small islands consisting of the excrement of seabirds called guano that had accumulated over many years to form âguano islandsâ. [...]
In the 19th century, guano became ânecessaryâ to sustain soil fertility in Europe. Millions of tons of guano were dug up and continuously exported to Europe, resulting in its rapid exhaustion. Extractivism was accompanied by the brutal oppression of Indigenous people and the severe exploitation of thousands of Chinese âc**liesâ working under cruel conditions. Ultimately, the exhaustion of guano reserves provoked the Guano War (1865â6) and the Saltpetre War (1879â84) in the battle for the remaining guano reserves. As John Bellamy Foster and Brett Clark (2009) argue, such a solution in favour of the Global North resulted in âecological imperialismâ. Although ecological imperialism shifts the rift to the peripheries and makes its imminent violence invisible in the centre, the metabolic rift only deepens on a global scale through long-distance trade, and the nutrient cycle becomes even more severely disrupted.
The third dimension of metabolic shift is the temporal shift. The discrepancy between natureâs time and capitalâs time does not immediately bring about an ecological disaster because nature possesses âelasticityâ. Its limits are not static but modifiable to a great extent. Climate crisis is a representative case of this metabolic shift. Massive CO2 emissions due to the excessive usage of fossil fuels is an apparent cause of climate change, but the emission of greenhouse gas does not immediately crystallize as climate breakdown. Capital exploits the opportunities opened up by this time lag to secure more profits from previous investments in drills and pipelines. Since capital reflects the voice of current shareholders, but not that of future generations, the costs are shifted onto the latter. As a result, future generations suffer from consequences for which they are not responsible. Marx characterized such an attitude inherent to capitalist development with the slogan âAprès moi le dĂŠluge!â (Capital I: 381).
This time lag generated by a temporal shift also induces a hope that it would be possible to invent new epoch-making technologies to combat against the ecological crisis in the future. In fact, one may think that it is better to continue economic growth which promotes technological development, rather than over-reducing carbon dioxide emissions and adversely affecting the economy. However, even if new negative emission technologies such as carbon capture and storage (CCS) are invented, it will take a long time for them to spread throughout society and replace the old ones. In the meantime, the environmental crisis will continue to worsen due to our current inaction. As a result, the expected effects of the new technology can be cancelled out.
Kohei Saito, Marx in the Anthropocene
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George Galloway is 100% a dodgy political worm, but unfortunately was the best anti-genocide voice Rochdale had to vote for after Labour smeared its candidate and other members for antisemitism. A conspiracy theory against 1 government â hatred for an entire religion
While his stance on the Iraq war and Palestine is admirable, I still think heâs a slimy political opportunist.
His campaign material differed depending on whether it was sent to a Muslim household or not. While Muslim voters received a letter, focused entirely on Palestine, other voters received a British nationalist, family values, transphobia, and anti-Muslim dogwhistle filled letter.
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Badenoch's views, in case you're curious about who's the racist bigot here:
"Badenoch criticised the Labour Party's response to a report compiled by the Commission on Race and Ethnic Disparities that had declared Britain was not institutionally racist."
"In a Black History Month debate in the House of Commons in October 2020, she reiterated the government's opposition to primary and secondary schools teaching white privilege and similar "elements of critical race theory" as uncontested facts."
"ConservativeHome readers voted Badenoch's speech on critical race theory 2020 'speech of the year', in which she said that any school that teaches "elements of political race theory as fact, or which promotes partisan political views such as defunding the police without offering a balanced treatment of opposing views, is breaking the law"."
"During her leadership campaign launch, Badenoch expressed criticism of identity politics in a 2022 article for The Times, arguing that "identity politics is not about tolerance or individual rights, but the very opposite of our crucial and enduring British values.""
"Regarding the United Kingdom's colonial history, Badenoch has argued that "there were terrible things that happened during the British Empire, there were other good things that happened, and we need to tell both sides of the story"."
"Badenoch said "I don't care about colonialism because [I] know what we were doing before colonialism got there" and argued that Europeans "came in and just made a different bunch of winners and losers" on the African continent. She also stated that prior to colonisation, "There was never any concept of 'rights', so [the] people who lost out were old elites not everyday people"."
"Badenoch was encouraged to "consider her position" as an Equalities Minister by Jayne Ozanne, one of a group of three government LGBT advisers who quit their roles due to the decision by the government not to include transgender conversion therapy in its plans to ban gay conversion therapy, with Ozanne describing a speech by Badenoch on the issue as being "appalling" and the "final straw"."
"Badenoch opposed plans by the Financial Conduct Authority to allow trans employees to self-identify in the workplace,[84] and opposed gender-neutral toilets in public buildings."
"leaked audio from 2018 in which Badenoch mocked gay marriage and referred to trans women as "men"."
"In 2023, Badenoch gave a speech before the House of Commons in which she announced regulations stripping the ability of transgender migrants from certain countries to acquire documents in the UK to match those brought from their countries of origin. This was stated as being due to these countries allowing trans people to transition "too easily".[88] Badenoch went on to announce the government's plans to move forward on a conversion therapy ban, while saying that gender affirming healthcare for young people who question their gender was "a new form of conversion therapy"."
"She further announced plans to ban social transition in British schools, claiming the existence of an "epidemic" of children being told they are transgender as the reason."
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regarding your recent posts on petit bougeoisie, one thing ive never managed to understand is how someone like an independent digital artist isnt considered to be selling their labour. in that scenario there is nothing they own that is making them more capable of making artworks, as they could fairly easily just be working off of a library computer or something, and what theyâre selling is basicaly just the time and skill theyâve invested into producing their clients request. so besides the fact that they arnt being paid hourly and are instead charging based on how much work theyâve done, i dont really understand how theyâre not considered to be selling their labour?
with something like a carpenter selling chairs or something i can more understand it as theres at least a physical thing being owned with the wood, and another being sold with the chairs, but even there it still seems like a stretch to say theyâre not selling their labour at least in part, as the increased price of the chair compared to the wood is due to the work the carpeter put into sculpting it.
so far any reading ive done has been only really adressing small buisness owners who employ others and not really touching fully independent people working off of commisions or similar models of buisness, so im hoping you can clarify this for me or direct me to somewhere that does
Firstly, a clarification: a worker is not selling their labour, but rather their labour power. In some of the earlier works by Marx and Engles, they talk about selling their labour, which is later corrected to labour power. This is a more precise and useful term. When we refer to selling labour power, we are talking about the worker selling their ability to work for a given amount of hours in exchange for a wage. The worker who builds phones in a factory does not sell phones to the capitalist and their are not paid per phone. They are paid per hour. What is being purchased is their ability to work during those hours.
According to the formulation of labour in your ask, essentially everyone would be proletarian. In all commodities, regardless of who produces them and how they are made, the labour hours used to create them are factored into the price.
When it comes to independent artists, they are putting their labour power into the commodity (regardless if it is physical or digital) that their are selling, rather than selling the labour power itself. When an artist makes art in exchange for patreon money or doing comissions, the commodity that they are selling is the piece of art that they have made, rather than their labour power. They also receive income in the form of profits and not wages. This is in contrast with, for example, a digital artist who works for a AAA games company and is paid a wage for their ability to produce a certain amount of art per hour, rather than the piece of art itself.
In theory you could be an independent digital artist as someone who draws with a mouse on mspaint at a library computers and perhaps someone has done this before, but it is absolutely not how independent digital artists tend to operate. In reality, an independent digital artist is someone who owns a set of tools (copy of art software, computer, drawing tablet etc.) which act as the means of production when they produce a commodity (a piece of art that they intend to sell). When they invest their money into their further ability to produce more commodities (buying better software or hardware for example), that money acts as capital.
If I misinterpreted any part of your ask, please let me know.
As far as reading recommendations, and assuming that you have read Wage Labour and Capital, I would recommend Value, Price and Profit which touches more on this.
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